First Impressions of Seattle by Someone from Vienna

First Impressions of Seattle by Someone from Vienna

by J.P. Puschitz



I was raised on cake. I ate cake for breakfast. That was all my desperate mother could get down my throat before school. There was really no escaping cake in the tiny Austrian village where I grew up. My aunts baked, my godmother baked, the whole goddamn neighborhood baked. And if by some very slim chance there was a day when nobody baked, we